It was soft in a way that looked unnatural on him.

Effortlessly, he carried me over to the kitchen island, sat me down on the edge then tugged at my skirt, lifting it high. He pushed my legs open and when he looked down at my tender pink pussy, my cheeks flamed. My husband stared openly, reached out and shamelessly spread my lips apart with two fingers.

I held my breath as he witnessed his come seep out of my snug hole and the expression, he wore then was one of pure male satisfaction.

My gaze lowered. Embarrassed, I forced a small smile and teased, “Are you trying to get me pregnant, dear husband?”

It was a joke so I expected a laugh. Instead, I got a cool glance and something in his eyes that looked dangerously close to guilt.

“Wait,” I peered down at the thick white semen oozing out of me, then back up at him. “Are you?”

16. Transgressions

Chapter 16

Transgressions

Vittoria

My heart stopped when Ettore merely said in that infuriatingly uninterested way of his, “Would that be so bad?”

I don’t know. My brain had temporarily ceased to function.

He followed up with, “Don’t you want kids?”

My heart sank.

Quietly confused, I replied a guarded, “I thought I had three.”

His expression did not change, but his jaw tensed and I didn’t know what to make of it. “Look, maybe we should talk about this later.”

Later?

My unblinking eyes remained on him as I slowly closed my legs and tugged my dress back down. “No. I think we should talk about it now.”

A tense moment passed.

He didn’t look pleased, but for once, I didn’t pander to his needs. I kept firm.

“Fine.” Ettore tucked himself back into his pants and spoke through the process of zipping and buttoning up. “There is a lot of tension building between my family and yours. I think each of our…” he seemed to think about the right word to use here, “Transgressions would be forgiven if we had something that brought us together. All of us.”

I see.

It was barely a whisper. “Like a child.”

“Nobody would question my bringing you back if…” he glanced down at my belly.

I thought about it. Ettore presenting me to his family and my own, with a swollen belly and his arm around me. His family would be overjoyed, no doubt. But my family? I only had one person who still claimed me and Vincenza would shit a brick.

The pressure in my head grew and my tongue began to swell as I asked anxiously, “And what if that doesn’t happen?” His lips thinned and I grew more panicked as I went. “What if I don’t fall pregnant? Then what? What does that mean for me? Am I just stuck here forever, living out this sentence, with my husband coming to get his rocks off whenever the mood strikes?”